Brooklyn

I wake to a lemon light, it's hard to be alone, my lover lies supine, everything now is all right, sun rises through the dawn, sometimes people cry, poets make verses by night, write in shabby clothes, take tea or whiskey by fire, my heroes look to Constantine, salt whirls a global tone, Swifts dive in yellow skies, his smile's a lovely flight, his dancing shakes my bones, wine consumes the loins, I don't want to dramatise, but apart from getting brown, not much else excites, morning covers my disguise, Oh I know I know, daytime brings new sights, hot days tidal shores.